The story of the farmer tastes grass
a famous ancient chinese mythology.
he was one of the three kings, born in a stone cave in the mountains, and was told that he was a cow's head.
due to his special appearance and hard work and bravery, he grew up and was promoted as a tribal leader, since his tribe lived in the hot south, known as the inflammation nation, and was called the inflammation emperor.
on one occasion, he saw the title of a bird, which led to the creation of the five valley agriculture, which he was called a god-farmer because of his outstanding contributions.
he saw people ill, and went to the garden of the emperor to collect grass and met with the whip of the emperor, who carried it all the way from the far.
it's because of tea.
they vowed to taste all the grass, and then they died because of it.
in honour of his virtues and merit, he was made a king of medicine and a temple of medicine was built for four hours.
in my country, the legend of the river, the ou and the junction is the place where the anointed farmers taste the grass, known as the mountain of the anointed.
after the hyena, it took some time for a child to be born in a stone cave in the mountains (also known as the hysteria, born in ginger, which is why the dispute over whether or not the emperor and the nymphomous are a single person, should have been confused during their develation, which mr.
xin has listed as one; the hymn is thus referred to as the hymn of the hymn, which is the result of his many numbers).
strangely enough, when he was born, nine wells naturally emerged around the stone hole, and the water in the nine wells was connected to each other, and the other eight would fluctuate if one looked at the water.
the child is born different, his body is transparent, his body is clear and he has two horns on his head and a cow's head.
all those who saw said, "this is an angel, and he brought him nine wells." then, when he grew up, he was named chief of the tribe, because they lived in the hot south, calling themselves the inflammation nation and the emperor.
on one occasion, the emperor saw a red bird with a string of seeds, and the emperor saw the bird spit it out, and the emperor picked it up, and the bird flew around him three times, and called out for a while.
he thought it was a food seed sent by the emperor and buried it in the soil.
it is also made of wood, which teaches people to relax their soil and digs wells to irrigate the seedlings.
this fall, a large sapling matured.
how happy people are! everyone remembers the virtues of the heathens, and they call them the god farmers.
the surrounding tribes are also known as the inflammatory tribes as the shinon clans, the leaders of the agricultural tribes.
(the original idea of “cyber” is a philosophies that represent the common name of the chief of the tribe in the original society, but only that of the late-born scholars who interpret it as a philosophies, which are related to the emergence of chinese mythology.) the last philosophies since the emergence of the quinquennium, the founding fathers of china, the building of houses, the marriage of tribes, the grass valley, the raising of livestock, the planting of crops, etc., have all been prepared for the life of the people.
he's the chief of the ginger river.
he then invented farming tools for wood, teaching people how to raise crops, make pottery and textilesand with fire, and with great merit, and with fire, he was known as thieves, so he became an emperor, a god farmer, and was honoured by the hereafter as the god of chinese agriculture.
in ancient times, people didn't have much to eat on grassseeds, wild fruit, wild beasts.
sometimes you eat something you shouldn't eat, you get poisoned, you get poisoned when you're heavy.
people get sick, they don't know how to treat them, they're tough.
just get through it.
the shinoon emperor is very upset about this, and is determined to taste herbs, to fix herbs, and to stop the plague.
in one case, the daughter of the shinoshi was ill.
it's hard to find a pot of tea, to eat, to eat, to eat, to eat, to eat, and to treat, to treat, to treat, to be able to grow, to take some grass, bark, wild fruit, rock, to count, to eat, to eat, to eat, to eat, to eat, to eat, and to be busy in the land.
princess flowery took the medicine and his stomach hurts like a knife.
not long ago, a bird was born, and that scared people.
they say it's a monster.
whoever knows that the bird is human, and when his family bothers him, he goes to the field to find a god.
the farmer is sleeping under the tree, and he's not listening.
look up, it's a little bird.
it's annoying, and it's like, "whoa-whoa--" and it's flying.
not long ago, the bird flew back into the tree.
it was called, "photo, grandpa! it's weird, it picks up a piece of dirt, throws it at a tree, it scares it off.
it's not too long before the bird returns to the tree and says, "grandfather, zoo! grandpa, zhuan! "when shinon comes to understand, lift up his left arm and say, "if you are my nephew, you fall on my neck!" the bird really flew down and fell on the left arm of the knob.
it's green, it's transparent and it's clear to the belly.
as soon as the mussack came out, the little bird saliva swallowed.
hey, that spit is so clear in your stomach.
i'm glad.
the shinto brought this beautiful little bird home, and the family looked at it, and they went back and forth, and they said, "come on, monster, come on." "it's not a monster, it's a baby! let's call it the fleurbird!" the farmer also kept the 12-flavored pills she had taken in the pot.
what's the change? try it on your own and see what it's like in your belly.
the meds are finished.
they're ready.
the porcelain sent the bird to the mountains, drilled the old forest, picked all kinds of grass roots, barks, seeds and fruits; caught all kinds of birds and animals, fish and shrimp worms; dug all kinds of rock minerals, fed the same to the birds, tasted the same.
the observers see what they walk in, what they are, and what they treat.
but it's only circled in the 12-menal veins.
after a long day and a long day, the musculos have prepared the 12-menal artery of the human body and the sage.
think about it.
don't worry, just hold the birdit was confirmed that he had come to taisan for nine hundred eighty-one days, to the top of little north, to catch the full coronary bug and feed it to the birds.
it's so sad and sad and crying.
once you've cried, pick the wood and carve a bird.
later, the camper died of herbicides on both sides of the northern tip.
and on the top of the mountains north-west of the grass, there is a stone like a man who bows down, and says, "the farmer of god." to mark the memory of the sino-chinese medicine and to produce herbs, the little north top was renamed the sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino-sino.
in the temple, the statue was made, the flower bird was in his left hand, and the right hand was delivering the medicine to his mouth.
every day, a lot of people look at the kamikaze and look at the statues.
in ancient times, five valleys and weeds grew together, drugs and flowers spread together, what food could eat, what herb could cure, and nobody could tell.
the lebanese people live on hunting, and the fewer birds in the sky, the fewer the animals in the ground, the fewer they are, the hungry.
anyone who gets sick of scabies, gets sick, doesn't die.
the pain and suffering of the people, and the pain in the eyes and the pain.
how to feed the people? how to treat the people? after three days and three nights of meditation, the shinonor finally came up with a solution.
on the fourth day, he took a group of subjects from his home town along the state mount and headed for the north-west mountain.
they go, go, their legs are swollen, their feet are cocooned, or they don't stop walking, walking to a place for seven hundred and forty-nine days.
see only the mountains, one by one, and the valleys, one by one, and the mountains, full of strange flowers and weeds, smelling the scent from far away.
they were moving forward, and suddenly a group of leopards came out of the valley and surrounded them.
the farmer immediately let his subjects swing the whips and hit the beasts.
a group of soldiers was beaten up and another group was held up for seven days and seven nights before the beasts were driven away.
the leopards were lashes with a piece of wound and later turned into stripes on their skin.
at that time, the subjects said that it was too evil to persuade the farmers to return.
"no way! how can we go back when the people of lebanon are hungry and hungry and untreated?” he said he had led into the canyon and went to the foot of a mountain.
half of the mountain is covered in clouds, with blades cutting the cliffs, with waterfalls on them, mossing and smoothing, and it seems that the ladders that do not go up will not go.
then the subjects will advise him to go back before it's too late.
"no way! how can we go back when the people of lebanon are hungry and hungry and untreated?” he was standing on a small rock hill, looking up, looking down, looking down, looking left, looking right, thinking, thinking.
later on, he was called a kibbutz on his little hill.
then he saw the monkeys of gold crawling along high plentiful vines and trees falling on the back of the cliff.
there you go! he called his subjects and told them to cut the poles, cut the vines, set up a shelf against the cliffs, put up one floor a day, from spring to summerIn the autumn, winter comes, no matter whether the wind rains or the snow freezes, work is never stopped.
It took a whole year, 360 floors to get to the top of the mountain.
Legend has it that the scaffolding used by people to build buildings is the way to learn the god-farmer.
Shinoon with his people, climbs the shelf, goes to the top of the mountain, hey! What a world of flowers on the mountains, red, green, white, yellow, of all colours, and thick.
The farmer loved it.
He told his subjects to guard against the leopards.
He picked herbs and put them in his mouth.
In order to taste grass here, to find food for the people, and to find medicine, the muslims have asked the subjects to plant several rows of coldwoods on the mountains as wall-protected beasts and to build huts inside the walls.
Later, they called the place where the god-farmers lived, "The City of Wood." During the day, he led his subjects to the mountains to taste grass, and at night he set them on a bonfire, and he wrote it down in the fire: What is bitter, what is hot, what is cold, what is hungry and what is medical is clearly written.
And on one occasion he put a straw into his mouth, and turned and fell.
And the people were swaying to help him, and he understood that he had been poisoned, but he could no longer speak, but with the last force, pointed towards him with a bright red herb and pointed to his mouth.
The subjects were anxious to put that red-fried cheese in their mouths and chew it into their mouths.
The farmer ate herbs, gassed out, his head didn't faint, he spoke.
Since then, it has been said that the leeks can come back to life.
They feared that it would be too dangerous for him to go back down the hill.
And he shakes his head and says, "No way! How can we go back when the people of Lebanon are hungry and hungry and untreated?” Come on, he's going to eat grass again.
And he tasted one bouquet of grass, and went to another, or he climbed it with a wooden pole.
It's been seven seventy-nine and forty-nine days, and it's been all over the mountains.
Having tasted wheat, rice, grain, sorghum and hunger, he asked his subjects to bring the seeds back and let the Lebanese grow them, which was the next five valleys.
He has tasted 365 herbal herbs and has written them in the name of " The Sorceress of God " , to be brought back by his subjects to heal the people of the world.
After having tasted the grass, the farmer found for the people of Lebanon a hungry grain of herbal medicine, which came to herbs and was ready to go back down the hill.
He looked at it, and the logs were gone.
It turns out that the peddles, the roots of the land, the rain, the years, the years, have grown into a forest.
The farmer was in distress, and suddenly the sky came to a group of white cranes, and took him and the people who were protecting him to heaven.
Since then, it's been a year and a quarter, and it smells so good.
In honour of the work of the god-farmer, who tastes the grass for the good of the people, the people of the land call it the "sort of the gods." Change the name of the god-farmer's return home to the name "Leave the incense."。